[01:02:21]
The dim glow of a single lamp illuminated the living room, casting soft, uneven shadows across the walls. Everyone was awake now, their exhaustion replaced by tense anticipation. They sat on the plush couch, backs sinking into the soft cushioning. The room smelled faintly of stale air and salt from the chips that Astrid distributed, the crinkling sound of the bags the only noise breaking the silence.
Isamu tore open his bag of chips, the sound sharp against the stillness. He stared at the floor, his eyes unfocused, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
'Kaito knows my secret, a part of it at least. 'Don't disappoint me,' huh? Who the f**k is he to say that? He must think he's the main character of this game or something. Maybe it's time to get rid of him. Though his skills are useful… it's not just the weapon, but his character. That mindset of his, treating this all like a game—it's why he's not losing his sh*t like I am.'
